My words ring true in various phonological loops
Girls I talk to remark I’m cute
A single remark delivered from the core of a black heart
in the middle of a serene gathering tears the foundation of a family apart.
The eardrums resist the frequency it’s getting, they try to distort it
But the signal is construed in the way intended – to leave personalities broken
The more sensitive members cry first in embarrassed silence
The rest hang their head and absorb the shock and disparagement delivered haughtily
The man who spoke the words looks around with a face that says no guilt will bother me
He even seems impatient. The family members avoid eye contact
The mean man revs up more bombast
But no nuclear bomb could injure an area already annihilated by nuke or two.
The young man whose the mean man’s words were directed to leaned on a chair
His face came back up, squeezed in his mom’s palms, “Everything will be alright, Despair.”